Liam is feeling much better. He’s so awesome I can’t even tell you how much I love being a dad. Just the way he reacts to me when I walk in the door is so incredible. I look forward to it all day long. I walk in and say, “Hey there buddy! Hi Mr. Handsome!” And he just beams and smiles and starts bouncing like a maniac if he’s in the bouncer.
Lately I’ve been doing this thing where I put my head in his lap with my ear up and he just lets his head fall on mine, his mouth covering my ear, and he just starts gnawing on it. It’s soooo funny. I mean, it’s not tentative at all the way he goes after it, it’s more like a pounce.
Another thing I’ve been doing is banging my head on his bouncer while he’s sitting in it and he just busts up laughing. I should get that on video before it gets old and isn’t funny to him anymore.
He’s not crawling yet, but he wants to. We’ve been putting him on his tummy a lot more often. He wants to crawl; you can see that he does. He gets up on his knees a bit and tries to reach the toy I’ve placed just out of his reach, but then he falls back onto his tummy and just flails his limbs wildly until I break down and give him the toy, usually Mr. Moo Cow.
He’s had this thing lately about eating hair. Well, not really eating it, but grabbing fists full of it and putting it in his mouth. He’s not too gentle about it either. He grabs my hair, which is pretty short, as well as he can and pulls it toward his mouth. Afterwards my head is pretty well slobbered on. I was talking to him last night and all he kept looking at was my hair. It’s almost like he has some kind of abnormal fascination with it. And it’s not just my hair, it’s pretty much everyone’s, though mine is the softest and perhaps the most satisfying to suck on.
I’ve also started wrestling with him. Just holding him close and growling and rolling from one side to the other and then kissing him all over before rolling back the other direction. He laughs and smiles and closes his eyes as I kiss them.
Sometimes he’s awake in the morning when I leave for work. His mom is -snoring away- sleeping soundly, and he’s just lying there, quiet as can be, bright eyed and bushy tailed, watching my every move intently. By the time I’m finished he’s usually asleep again. Interestingly, watching me get dressed puts his mom right to sleep too.
I love being a dad.